My Circumstance Hurt Supression Engaging in Backlit Feelings Want to Be Their Heartfelt of Before.
The squatting mutuality I claim
is a piece of moon remembered as
blots I have merely forgotten to invent.
I am not driven to delve
extract myself an inane armload
of silk blond weaponry and enter in any
rumoured shadow's door beneath the level
cranial that feeds on dearth
overcast in a room of overdose - constantly
resisting the impartial hand of empathy
~
Shoulder-lab of whiplash make your way
over black brush of knowing
hurt-tinged with an ancestral wish to drive
toward work circumstantial lists far from
flat skin card-disarmament I made fit.
Write feelings in natural love we carries
my darling buff boxcar of different surfaces
sensibilities- confines
carnations bounty of a natural light on the
lookout for a staleness party in the heart of a
sacral homeland - glutting work - while
from it's near mate of insecurity in space
our hearts partner how we will romance until
you are my sole light.
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